WARNING: The following story is made for fans of natural body magic/ modular body magic/ detachment/ disassembling people non-lethally. If you are not a member of that community, I strongly advise that you turn back now. Things will get freaky.
SECOND WARNING: The following story is a furry story written as part of a collaboration with Airship-King. If that ain't your bag, skip this. Due to DA's double-standards, this story comes with a censored version of Airship-King's wonderful pic. To see the proper uncensored version, please check out his FurAffinity account!
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Crouching Tiger, Hidden Brainelss
Cinematography by: AirshipKing
Story by: PresumablyNotDead
SCENE 1: AMBUSH
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The busty bunny threw back her shoulders theatrically, her untied robe falling from her body as she wearily sighed. Now all she wore was a bracelet and bangle on opposite wrist and ankle, jangling coins hanging from the jewelry and glittering in the morning sun. The bunny bent over, ears and tail rising above the rest of her as she dug a sachet of powdered soap, a sponge, and a towel from her satchel. Setting the towel on a nice clean stone by the river, the bunny more gleefully sighed as she wadded waist deep into the ponderous water.
"By the high spirits, I've built quite a sweat." She said, wetting her sponge and sprinkling it with vanilla scented powder. "How about you, Mousy?"
Sorely massaging the deep chafes left by the colossal backpack she'd been saddled with, a younger, smaller, wearier mouse glared at the backside of the bunny. "Ms Mei, when you hired me to be your assistant, I was expecting secretarial work. I'm not built to be a pack mule!"
"I know, but I can hardly afford to be picky!" Mei chuckled, lathering her breasts as if performing for an unseen audience.
"That's not what I meant!" Mousy snapped. "And my name's not Mousey, it's-"
"Not worth learning unless you make it through the trial period. With such high turnover, I can't waste the headspace learning all your names." Mei interrupted, more condescending than spiteful but infuriating Mousey all the same. "Come now, we're on a tight schedule. Have to make it to Shi'Ken before noon if we want a prime stall space. Get in, let Mistress Mei scrub you down! You'll feel less snippy after a good bath!"
Mousy grumbled, but shed the rest of her sweat stained clothes and trudged into the river. "Just don't make a show of it, Ms Mei" She said, the river resting just under her chest as she stood at Mei's side.
"I can't help that I'm always on! You never know when a customer's near." Ms Mei said, massaging Mousy's shoulders and whistling a soothing tune as she worked her soreness out.
From the bushes, not thirty feet away, a low voice muttered "Unlucky you, these customers are looking for a five finger discount!"
Two more voices snickered, Mei's loud whistling and the sloshing water masking the sounds of the three ruffian rat men. They all dressed in black leather vests, dark dyed cotton pants, and felt shoes like ninjas, and all too were grayish brown, medium height, lean build, and with scraggly pink tails that twitched as they watched the women bathe.
One of the rats, with a bestial dragon tattooed across his chest and an eye patch over his right eye, whispered "It's high time we relieved the girls of the goods, don'cha think? Jump 'em too close to Shi'Ken and the village guard might turn out."
Another rat, this one with a messy mohawk and metal studs in his forehead like oni horns, rolled his eyes dismissively and said "Those groveling dogs? They're in the Boss's pocket! We could mug these girls in the town square, broad daylight, and nobody would stop us!"
"But some goody goody in the city city might interrupt our fun fun!" The final rat hissed, distinguished from his doppelgangers by his pierced lip and pierced dick, the lips he licked and the dick he stroked as he watched the wet women splash around. "Come, let us have fun fun before we take their stuff stuff!"
Mohawk snapped "Stop stuttering, will you? Nobody talks like that surfaceside!"
"Aw, but I wanted some fun fun!"
The rats exchanged a confused look, confirming none of them said that, then turned around. There was a tiger woman of about their height if a little more bottom heavy and top light, sticking a bindle of belongings in the ground and setting her sun hat atop it. She looked up at the rats, revealing a confident smile with a single exposed fang, and when she stretched back with a cacophony of cracks she exposed a buff midriff under her loose tank top. Scanning her stunned audience, the tiger dropped into a lazy fighting stance and asked "So, who's first first for fun fun?"
As one, the bandits smiled from ear to ear. Mohawk reached into a deep vest pocket and produced two heavy wooden tonfa, piercings yanked a wakizashi out of his pants meaning he now had two short swords ready to go, and eye patch reached into the group's collective loot bag and produced a length of chain with a kunai attached.
"Uh oh..." The tiger chuckled nervously. "I might actually have to try now."
"DIE DIE!" snapped piercings, lunging at the tiger swinging swords steel and meat.
The tiger sidestepped the strike with ease, her long pony tail with its interwoven feathers slapping him across the face a split second before her claws swiped across his neck. "Friendly heads up." She said, a mighty uppercut popping the rat's head off like a champagne cork, "When you've got numbers, attack AS one, not one BY one!"
On cue the two remaining rats rushed past their comrade's still standing body, mohawk taking a tonfa swing at the tiger's smug mug while eye patch whipped his kunai with chain at her ankles, hoping to trip her up.
With perfect timing she performed a stunning back flip, skipping over the chain and ducking under the tonfa. The kunai continued along its arc and, much to tonfa's horror, ensnared his ankles.
"Rule 2 of group fighting." The tiger said, holding up two glowing green claws, "Work WITH your friends, not AGAINST them!"
Mohawk reversed grip and tried to defend himself, but failed to block a single blow as the tiger hacked him to ribbons in a flurry of swipes, his parts tumbling, rolling, and flying off in all directions as Kunai dropped his chain and ran for his life.
"Should probably chase him down." The tiger said, scratching her chin with a claw returned to normal ivory white. A shrill scream cut through the air, followed by panicked arguing. "Then again, I should probably comfort the distressed damsels." She looked over at piercing's headless body, not only still standing but patting at the smooth stump of skin left where his head had been. "And what to do with you?" she asked, peeking down at his still very erect pecker.
With a mighty "SCHLORMPH!", piercing's head was impaled down to the base of his own cock, the force of his long fall knocking his body to the ground. The body jerked forward in pain, clutching the mystery object in its lap, and after a moment started jerking in pleasure, pumping the perplexed head vigorously. Without a brain to wonder where its head had gone or who was sucking his dick, the body simply enjoyed its good fortune while the head side eyed the tiger in alarm.
"Huh. I must've misjudged the wind. You were supposed to land back on your neck upside-down." The tiger said, before a particularly loud cry caught her attention. "Right, the damsels." She looked over at mohawk's scattered pieces and scowling visage, gathering up her bindle and hat along with a few visual aids to explain the situation. "Come, let's ease their nerves."
The screaming did not stop when a tiger stepped out of the underbrush carrying a severed head and what looked like a stunningly realistic dildo, but only one woman was screaming. Mousy, the fresh assistant, was frantically trying to throw her clothes back on while dragging the bigger and stronger bunny to safety. Mei, however, was not only serenely calm, but downright cheerful to see "Nabo!"
"Mei." the tiger said, a little less enthusiastically. "I should've expected this was your doing."
"My doing? You say it like I schedule my own muggings!" She said, stroking Mousy's hand like a mother consoling her excited child. Holding up her bracelet, its glittering coins jangling like chimes, she said "My only crime is carrying some lucky charms to ensure my safety!"
Nabo shook her head. "And you're sure they're lucky charms? Is it luck that brings heroes to your rescue, or do unlucky charms attract villains as flies are attracted by-"
"WHAT IS GOING ON?!" Mousey demanded, releasing Mei's arm and stamping her foot in the river. "WHO ARE YOU?!"
Mousey stumbled back and fell in the mud, squeaking fearfully as the tiger leapt over the wide, shallow river and landed just behind her. The tiger bent low, tucking the bandit's head into the crook of her arm so she could offer the mouse a hand. "I'm Nabo. Legendary Prodigy of Master Wan's Martial Arts Academy. The youngest adept of the Merciful Assassin style. Savior of the Southern Gate and defeater of 10,000 foes." she looked at the annoyed head, sticking his tongue out at her. "10,003, now."
"She's humble, too." Mei teased, giving the bandit a coy wink as she went back to bathing.
"Merciful Assassin?" Mousey asked, accepting the helping hand and trying to pat some of the mud off her butt with the other. "Is that...?" she glanced at the head, flinching as he returned her gaze.
"Indeed." Nabo said, taking him by the mohawk and holding him high like a war trophy, showing off his smooth, goreless stump to Mousey. "Using a combination of pressure points, qi manipulation, and of course my claws, I can cut a man to pieces without a drop of blood." She lowered him to eye level. "He can survive like this indefinitely, and can even be put back together with no harm done. Though, you should probably have a proper doctor do the reassembling to ensure no mistakes are made. Hard to undo those unless you've got an expert in magic or qi handy."
Seeing the way Mei was looking at her, or more accurately looking at the plump cock and balls she clutched, Nabo lazily tossed the package over as she explained "Depending on my mood, the way I channel my qi, I can either leave someone in full control of all pieces, give each piece its own mind, or make pieces go entirely numb and inert. This baddie here can feel nothing beneath the chin."
"Not even this?" Mei asked, rolling back the rat's foreskin and giving the tip a playful lick.
"They had plans for you." Nabo tactfully answered. "To give them satisfaction seemed improper."
"A fitting punishment." Mei noted, stuffing the dick between her soapy tits. "Forced to watch, unable to enjoy, even as we tease them so!"
"We?!" Mousey asked, blushing and recoiling. "I'm not... That's... two wrongs don't make a right!"
"Trust me, dearie, these kinds of things happen every other week. It's business as usual." Mei said, grabbing her boobs and hopping up and down, giggling as his balls wetly slapped against her. She looked at the dick's former owner, blushing and biting his lip bashfully. "Villains try to rob, kidnap, or have their way with me, some legendary hero arrives in the nick of time, and if the fiend's still alive when the dust settles I enact some righteous revenge. He's getting off easy, figuratively speaking. Many heroes aren't the merciful sort of assassins."
"I... uh..." Mousey stammered, unable to comprehend how everyone was so calm about this.
"Well, more for me! Toss him here!" Mei said, holding out her hands.
Nabo tossed mohawk over, Mei nearly missing the catch and allowing his dick to spill out from her breasts as she reached for him. The rat's eyes bulged as his dick began to drift downriver, though to his great relief Mei tucked him under one arm and grabbed his knob with the other. "Not getting away that easy." She teased, unclear if she was talking to rat or rod.
Nabo glanced at Mousey, watching the way she fidgeted and blushed. She was at least intrigued. Nabo smiled, adjusting her bindle. "Oh, I almost forgot, his friend is across the river. His body's independent now, but without it's better head it can only think with its own." She turned and walked away, following the river in the opposite direction that Mei and Mousey were traveling.
Seeing this, Mei called out "Going to Barbra's Brewery, Nabo? Friendly heads up, the bat's raised the prices! Those damned bougie tourists part with their coin too easily!" She let out a pained cry, and Nabo heard a splash behind her, then the sound of wading and retrieving something from the water. "Do that again, and I'm selling you off as sex toys!" Mei warned, then in a sultry tone switched to offering the carrot "Play nice, and I might just keep you as mine!"